"Anyhow," said Ninian, when he had related the story of his uncle's views, "I'm going to be an engineer, no matter what Uncle George says, and I'm not going to be a parson and I'm not going to be a blooming ambassador, and I'm not going into parliament to make an ass of myself!..." Ninian's chief horror was of "making an ass" of himself. It seemed that there was less likelihood of him doing this at engineering than at anything else. "And a very good engineer you'll be," Gilbert said "I used to think I'd like to be a clergyman," Henry answered. "Oh, did you?..." "And then," he went on rapidly, "I thought I'd like to be an actor!..." They rose at him simultaneously. "A what?" they shouted. "An actor," he repeated. They gaped at him for a few moments without speaking. Then Ninian expressed their views. "You're balmy!" he said. "Clean off your chump!" Gilbert added. "It seems an odd choice," Roger said, quietly. Henry blushed. "Of course," he hurried to say, "I've given up the idea. It was just a notion that came into my head!" He went on to say that as Gilbert had resolved to be a writer, he did not see any reason why he should not become one too. "I've read an awful lot of books," he said, "so I daresay I could write one. I used to write things when I was a youngster, just like you, Gilbert!" They gazed dubiously at Henry. A fellow who could make such choices of profession ... a parson or an actor ... was a rum bird, in their opinion, and they told him so. Gilbert said that the conjunction of actor with parson showed that all Henry cared about was the chance to show off. "All you want is to get yourself up," he said. "If you were a parson, you could get yourself up in a surplice!..." "He'd turn High Churchman," Roger interrupted, "and trot about in chasubles and copes!..." "And if he were an actor, he could get himself up in terrific style!..." Gilbert continued. Henry got up and walked away from them. "It isn't fair," he said, as he went, "to chip me like that. I'm not going to be a parson and I'm not going to be an actor!..." Gilbert followed him and brought him back to the council. "All right, Quinny," he said, "we won't chip you any more. Only, don't talk like a soppy ass again, will you? Sit down and listen to me!..." He forced Henry to sit beside him and then he proceeded to plan their lives for them. "We'll all go to Cambridge," he said. "That's settled. I arranged that before, didn't I? Well, we all go to the same college, and we all promise to swot hard. We've got to Do Well, d'ye hear?" He said "do well" as if each word had a capital letter. "We've got to be the Pride of our College, d'ye hear, and work so that the dons will shed tears of joy when they hear our names mentioned. I draw the particular attention of Ninian Graham to what I am saying, and I warn him that if he goes on whittling a stick while I'm talking, I shall clout his fat head for him. I also trust that our young friend, Quinny, will make up his mind to work hard. He's Irish, of course, and we must make allowances for him!..." There was almost a row when Gilbert said that, and it was not completely averted until Gilbert had admitted that the English had their faults. "I need not say anything on the subject of hard work to our young friend, Roger," Gilbert continued, when the peace was restored, "beyond warning him of the danger of getting brain-fever. That's all I have to say about that. We're friends, we four, and we've got to do each other credit. Now, when we come down from Cambridge, my proposal is that we all live together in London. We can take a house and get some old girl to look after us. I know "Carried unanimous," said Ninian. "Good egg!" Gilbert said. |